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Meanwhile, let us have a sip of tea. the afternoon glow is brightening in the
bamboos, the fountains are bubbling with delight, the soughing of pines is
heard in our kettle. let us dream of evanescence, and linger in the beautiful
foolishness of things. - The Book of Tea

Thursday, December 14, 2006

There is a game I like to play - I like to hit the town on Friday night, and stay in bed until Sunday.

We used to be so free, we would be living for the love we had, living not for reality.

There was a time I used to pray, I have always kept my faith in love, it's the greatest thing from the man above. The game I used to play, I've always put my cards upon the table, let it never be said that I'd be unstable.

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